".. Sir Clive, please, um, forgive me if I'm speaking out of turn, but is something amiss? You've seemed so much more at ease since we've rescued Lady Mathilda, but-" You pause, unsure of whether to continue this line of questioning. You're an outsider, you've no right to be prying into the knight of Zofia's affairs like this. " There's something in your eyes when you look at Sir Alm. Are you still unsure about pursuing that little girl at the sluice gate, or..?"
oh. ah, he was hoping none would call him on the situation, that the tension in his shoulders would draw little more attention from the soldiers of the deliverance than the usual way he paces the halls of their borrowed holds, but araceli is sharp as a tack. she’s smart.
it makes some pang of guilt throb in his chest. he’s been giving everyone the cold shoulder lately, hasn’t he? everyone but his beloved.
“ -- i’m. . .alright, araceli. i’ve just got some concerns about the campaign so far. it’s spiraled so far out of what i originally planned for the deliverance that i feel a bit helpless whenever alm talks about our upcoming strategies. ” it wasn’t exactly a lie, but it’s obvious that it isn’t the full extent of what was bothering him.
